My colleagues are often surprised to hear that my bachelor’s degree is not in geography, but in ancient philosophy. That said, many topics in ancient Greek philosophy turn out to be highly relevant in my professional life—not least of which is the One and the Many.

Hand me some twigs and tie up my hands: What could I manage to build that would last?

Sometimes when I am grinding some black pepper over my scrambled eggs, I find it hard to stop.

I bought some shortbread at the grocery store this evening. I keep talking about desiring shortbread, but until now it was all talk and no action.

Otherwise I accomplished almost nothing of earthly use.

I was at the store the other day buying some backslashes when I noticed a funny thing on the shelf beside the checkout: a book titled Practical Vim. What an odd title, I thought.

I take such pleasure every morning in pouring boiling water over first J⁠—’s tea bag, then mine, and seeing the rich red-brown cloud of flavour instantly blossom out from each in turn and grow to fill each cup.

It’s no secret that I despise the Queensway – the controlled-access highway that runs straight through the middle of Ottawa. As fond as I am of the thought of its destruction, though, I am fonder still of thoughts of what could replace it.

We got our cat, Pinto Luna, more than seven months ago now, and each day since then she has become lovelier and softer and more elegant and more delightful.

I have fallen lately into the habit, when I make some tea for myself or for J⁠—, of afterward taking the just-steeped tea-bag in my hand and crushing it in my hand.

If one is singing Compline outdoors in the wintertime at night, it is a very wonderful thing if the air is completely tranquil, so that one's candle-flame hardly quavers, much less thinks of blowing out. I am very grateful on such occasions.

Whenever I open a can of chickpeas, I find myself soon engrossed in removing their transparent skins, one by one …

It makes me glad to hear pumpkin seeds pop as they toast in the oven.

As I was reading Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie, I came across a song that turned out to be a translation of Clamanda, from the Sacred Harp.

Last night I woke up at 2:30 am and could not return to sleep. Eventually I lit a candle and finished reading my novel, Piranesi.

I once dropped my semicolons between the boards of the front porch: I rescued them with a bent m-dash.

Yesterday evening we had friends over to our apartment for our weekly oomancy session. As I was sweeping the floor in anticipation of their arrival, I reflected upon the first time I tried my hand at oomancy.

This city is a strange place—so much of it is paved.

The trees here—it must be lonely for them, not being in a forest; stretching their roots out and finding soil compacted by cement, soil sparse of arboreal conversation.

I have always been an ardent advocate for our undersung punctuation marks; the semicolon unquestionably counts among them.

An early winter morning; mist over the lake; a service leaflet bursts into flames.

I want to buy this Oxford UP edition of the Book of Common Prayer; but maybe I only want to want it, not to have it.

I have a secret to-do list. Unfortunately, it’s easy for me to forget what is on it.

I used to be able to make purple sparks shoot from my fingertips. I just had to snap my fingers at just the right angle, with just the right force, when the humidity was just right …

In which I have to blow my nose.

The river sings, louder than the wind, unceasing roaring: ‘Eternal praise, eternal praise!’

As I was walking down Duncan street, I came across a tree that had a face; I was accosted by children; my life plans were interrogated.

While skating at the Oval this afternoon with a few friends, I felt compelled to offer an explanation for why I was alternating smooth skating with bouts of stumbling.

I made a remark shortly after I came in the door—paraphrased from David Lebovitz (unfortunately I've lost the link)—about the state of the Parisian baguette: Emma is this moment recording it in her quote-book. I am flattered.

I set off for Halifax from the Winnipeg airport after the Christmas break, and observe my surroundings and moods.